Words and Music by Mary-Chapin CarpenterShe turn fifteen with great expectationsHer older brother knew somethin' was upHe caught her goin' through his record collectionLookin' at Hendricks like a love sick pupShe begged and she pleaded 'till dad fin'lly listenedHe drove her in the car down to sears roebuckHe bought her that guitar and that was the beginningNow she's down in the cellar with the amp turned upGirls with guitars, Daddy's little angelGirls with guitars, what's the world comin' toGirls with guitars, mothers tend to worry 'bout girls with guitarsWell, Saturday night she followed her brotherIt was socks and stockin's on the old gym floorWhile everybody danced to garage band coversShe was checking out riffs and memorizin' chordsShe didn't care at all for the football heroesShe didn't even notice the basketball starsBoys as a species were all a bunch of zero'sexcept for the ones who played that guitarAh, girls with guitars, she wasn't any debutanteGirls with guitars, she didn't go out for cheerleadingGirls with guitars, boys are kinda nervous 'round girls with guitarsShe went off to college , she got her degreeHer parents breathed a sigh of great reliefDaddy's thinkin' law school, mother's thinking medicineDaughters thinking how she's gonna break the news to themNow there's an old chevy van just sittin' in the drivewayFilled to the gills with all her stuffShe cut a deal with her brother to drive up the highwayFigures New York City is close enoughShe gets the audition through a friend of a friendWho's checkin' out her legs, sayin', This'll never workShe flips on her boogie and turns to the bandGives a little grin and blows away the jerkGirls with guitars, now everybody's rockin'Girls with guitars, there ought to be a song about girls with guitarsThere's just no stoppin' those girls with guitarsGet your money for nothin' and your guys for free